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...knew it was a boat." Tohamy Mahmoud Ali, an Egyptian worker who had helped excavate the first vessel, broke into excited Arabic as he recognized the disassembled ship lying in its narrow pit. At one end were several upright pieces, perhaps parts of the prow...
Ancient Greece seemed to come back to life as the ungainly wooden ship glided across the harbor. Her prow bore a threatening ram, her stern a boastful curve and her sides bristled with 170 oars. The launching two weeks ago of the trireme,* a replica of the fabled warship that helped the Athenian navy dominate the Mediterranean during the 5th and 4th centuries B.C., was the culmination of a five-year project. As the ship's oars plunged into the wine- dark waters off the island of Poros, John Morrison, the retired Cambridge classics don who helped lead the effort...
...human eye, the animals so often seem mirages: now you see them, now you don't. Later, just after dusk, Abyssinian nightjars discover the magic wash of the headlight beams. The birds flit in and out of the barrels of light, like dolphins frisking before a boat's prow. The Land Cruiser jostles, in four-wheel drive, across black volcanic stones toward the camp, the driver steering by the distant light-speck of the cooking fire...
...Coming Home was a disabled-vet love story -- The Best Years of Our Lives with Jon Voight in the Harold Russell role. The Deer Hunter was . . . well, what was it? An incoherent parable about male bonding through Russian roulette. Bats and beautiful, it stood like Ishmael on the prow of its pretensions and declared, "Call me masterpiece." Apocalypse Now was fine as long as it accompanied its doomed, questing hero (played by Martin Sheen, Charlie's father) upstream on the River Styx; then it fogged off into fantasyland with Marlon Buddha. Only Company C, a standard-issue war film about...
...swimming race, when form holds, begins as a shallow V, swept back from Lane 4, where the fastest qualifier starts, to the humble wing positions of Lanes 1 and 8. The V sharpens until, if No. 4's lead is great enough, it looks like the prow of a ship. When this fails to happen-when the V does not take form, or when its point is unbalanced to one side or the other-the spectator high in the stands comprehends the surprise first not as an aberration of numbers, of hundredths of a second, but as a jarring...